so, a traveller? i see you're stationed. how long have you been sat? i dreamt of immobility, i fretted upon awakening and from there control became a slip on the way to a horizon. and fear of heavy lids is fashioned into devotion, ease provokes a sick love, lovesick if storms forget the language of war. do you not sit, obedience ridden, and see a sunrise shrink? what passes by you to lure that fascination of what stays still?
do you not miss the world orbit cold and bare space as you sink deeper into gravity. are you struggling to unveil an introduction to motion, do your bones scream you to sleep, grasping tight to the glimmer that is the